"I remember you, the love of your youth..."
There is a love that comes before every city, every road, every age.
Before you were formed, you were known. Before you walked, you were kept.
Lift up your eyes, O watchman. The day draws near, and the promise breathes.
The lamp is lit. The heart, awake. The desert blooms — not by might, nor by power, but by the Ruach.
She remains. She waits.
Until Mashiach comes.
Yeshua...
A contemplative experience on the faithfulness of first love and the vigil of those who wait for the promise.
Not just a song. A place of silence, covenant, and waiting.
Part of the YESHUANIC DESERT AMBIENT movement by YESHUA EXPERIENCE.
YEX.EN.0052
Direction and Composition: Marcelo Rosenvert
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